Before, in his early arrogance when he first reircanated, he'd entertained the idea that Lilith—the Goddess of Lust—might be one of the weakest among the gods. He had thought she would need his strength to survive in a realm of stronger gods, that her domain was delicate, easily threatened. He'd imagined himself shielding her. That's what he told Lia back then.
But now?
Now he realized how foolish that thought had been.
She didn't need protection. She was protection. A being who consumed the lust of entire realities… and still stood untouched, uncorrupted, and infinitely sovereign.
Every time he thought he understood how powerful gods truly were, he found himself humbled again. But this—this wasn't just power. This was something that transcended it.
Endless.
A title so far above divine rank that calling it "godlike" was almost offensive.
